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Fire Eyes*Tayzer* · 10-01-2006, 09:48 PM

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I'm kind of upset! Well, anyway I'm about to cry (ok not quite!) Here's part 2!!!

It was getting dark out and Fred and Taylor were in they’re room.
“Why are they making you go?” questioned Taylor.
“I dunno,” said Fred, who had been pretty quiet all night. “You know those death eaters, they can’t resist me.” He grinned wide at Taylor.
Taylor gave him a small weak smile.
“How are we going to tell the kids? ‘Daddy’s going away and probably won’t come back’? That just doesn’t sit right with me.”
“The kids won’t care, when have they ever cared about me anyway?”
“I don’t know,” said Taylor, “You’re probably right, they won’t believe me anyhow… but… how am I going to make it?” she started to cry again, “How am I going to go day after day without you? How am I going to do everything? I’m not going to be able to do anything without you.”
Fred stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed. He walked over to Taylor and put his hands on her shoulders.
“Listen,” he said gently, “Nothing- are you hearing me? Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m going to be fine. And you are too. You’re going to stay here and nothing’s going to happen to either of us, okay? I’m going to track Malfoy down, and see that he’s thrown in Azkaban again, okay? Then I’m going to come back here and we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.”
She nodded silently and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Fred was kissing her. And not just an I love you kiss; an I love you and nothings ever going to hurt you and I wish this could last forever kiss. Taylor broke away to wipe her eyes but found that she didn’t want to so she leaned up to kiss her husband again. It seemed, only for a moment, that everything went away and everything was perfect, one last time.
“I’m gonna go to bed,” whispered Taylor, “We’ve got to pick up the kids tomorrow.”
“OK,” said Fred, “I guess I’ll go too.”
They both changed out of their clothes and into their pajamas. As soon as they got in bed Taylor fell asleep. Fred didn’t. He lay awake for hours thinking. I’m not going, I can’t, and I won’t. Who cares about Malfoy? That’s it, I’m not going! But…I have to go. It’s either me- or the whole wizarding world. He couldn’t let the whole world fall into darkness because of him.
He lay awake for three more hours before he made up his mine.
I’ll go, he thought, but I’m sneaking back here a lot to see Taylor and the kids. I can’t leave them forever. Not even a week.
Slowly he drifted into sleep, and what he saw in his sleep was quite frightening.

~.~.~
Fred was running through what looked like an old hallway in an attic. Suddenly he heard screaming from behind a door. He opened a door and looked in. He saw Molly Weasly, his mother scolding him and George for turning Ron’s teddy bear into a spider. That wasn’t where the screaming was coming from. So, he opened another. In this one he saw Argus Filch yelling, face purple, at him for wandering Hogwarts after hours. That’s not it either. For some reason, he realized all the doors were red except one was purple. He decided to open the purple one, crossing his fingers. He slowly opened the door and saw inside, not a screaming person, but what looked like his wedding day.
Fred stuck his head in the door. Yes, he thought, it has to be. Look at it. Indeed, it was his wedding day. In the seats as guests were Arthur and Molly Weasly, his parents. Remus Lupin, Rubeus Hagrid, Taylor’s parents, Bill and Fleur, Ron and Hermione, George, Harry and Ginny, and Ron and Hermione’s child Mary was the flower girl. There was also, Charlie Weasly, Nymphodora Tonks, Kingsly Shaklebolt, and Mad-eye Moody.
Fred couldn’t hear any noise but he saw the minister’s mouth moving and he took Taylor in his arms’ and kissed her. Their first kiss as a wedded couple. He wanted to stand there watch himself all day but kept moving.
He moved on to the last red door and was sure it was the source of the screaming. He hesitated but opened the door.
Inside, the light was dim and had an eerie glow. When he opened the door the screaming got louder. He looked inside and shut the door immediately and closed his eyes.
Fred had seen Taylor over a boiling cauldron with a wand pointed at her chest. In the background he had seen Lena and Sam in chains. Now the sounds from the room had got louder. He could hear every word they were saying.
The man with the wand had said Where is your husband? And she had answered I’ll never tell you. He promised to protect me and I’ll do the same for him.
He couldn’t listen to this anymore. He shook himself awake.
He didn’t care what George said. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was going to stay right where he was and protect his wife. If someone came for him he would go willingly. He would not let his wife get murdered. He would die for her if had to. Her and the kids. It turned out Taylor was wrong. He was exactly like he was in school. He wasn’t going to play by the rules.

Well, I"m sort of sad, but oh well- story must go on!
Just so you know, the Taylor in the story is not supposed to be me, some people had asked that. It's named after my friend Taylor because it was her idea for the whole story so I named my chareter after her! Thanks Taylor!!!

I'll post soon!

10-01-2006, 09:48 PM	#2 (permalink)
Fire EyesTayzer Knarl Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: Dharmaville™ Posts: 9,334 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jack Fletcher Fourth Year	Part 2 Dumbledore's Licorice Snaps Chipotle! No readers. I'm kind of upset! Well, anyway I'm about to cry (ok not quite!) Here's part 2!!! It was getting dark out and Fred and Taylor were in they’re room. “Why are they making you go?” questioned Taylor. “I dunno,” said Fred, who had been pretty quiet all night. “You know those death eaters, they can’t resist me.” He grinned wide at Taylor. Taylor gave him a small weak smile. “How are we going to tell the kids? ‘Daddy’s going away and probably won’t come back’? That just doesn’t sit right with me.” “The kids won’t care, when have they ever cared about me anyway?” “I don’t know,” said Taylor, “You’re probably right, they won’t believe me anyhow… but… how am I going to make it?” she started to cry again, “How am I going to go day after day without you? How am I going to do everything? I’m not going to be able to do anything without you.” Fred stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed. He walked over to Taylor and put his hands on her shoulders. “Listen,” he said gently, “Nothing- are you hearing me? Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m going to be fine. And you are too. You’re going to stay here and nothing’s going to happen to either of us, okay? I’m going to track Malfoy down, and see that he’s thrown in Azkaban again, okay? Then I’m going to come back here and we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.” She nodded silently and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Fred was kissing her. And not just an I love you kiss; an I love you and nothings ever going to hurt you and I wish this could last forever kiss. Taylor broke away to wipe her eyes but found that she didn’t want to so she leaned up to kiss her husband again. It seemed, only for a moment, that everything went away and everything was perfect, one last time. “I’m gonna go to bed,” whispered Taylor, “We’ve got to pick up the kids tomorrow.” “OK,” said Fred, “I guess I’ll go too.” They both changed out of their clothes and into their pajamas. As soon as they got in bed Taylor fell asleep. Fred didn’t. He lay awake for hours thinking. I’m not going, I can’t, and I won’t. Who cares about Malfoy? That’s it, I’m not going! But…I have to go. It’s either me- or the whole wizarding world. He couldn’t let the whole world fall into darkness because of him. He lay awake for three more hours before he made up his mine. I’ll go, he thought, but I’m sneaking back here a lot to see Taylor and the kids. I can’t leave them forever. Not even a week. Slowly he drifted into sleep, and what he saw in his sleep was quite frightening. ~.~.~ Fred was running through what looked like an old hallway in an attic. Suddenly he heard screaming from behind a door. He opened a door and looked in. He saw Molly Weasly, his mother scolding him and George for turning Ron’s teddy bear into a spider. That wasn’t where the screaming was coming from. So, he opened another. In this one he saw Argus Filch yelling, face purple, at him for wandering Hogwarts after hours. That’s not it either. For some reason, he realized all the doors were red except one was purple. He decided to open the purple one, crossing his fingers. He slowly opened the door and saw inside, not a screaming person, but what looked like his wedding day. Fred stuck his head in the door. Yes, he thought, it has to be. Look at it. Indeed, it was his wedding day. In the seats as guests were Arthur and Molly Weasly, his parents. Remus Lupin, Rubeus Hagrid, Taylor’s parents, Bill and Fleur, Ron and Hermione, George, Harry and Ginny, and Ron and Hermione’s child Mary was the flower girl. There was also, Charlie Weasly, Nymphodora Tonks, Kingsly Shaklebolt, and Mad-eye Moody. Fred couldn’t hear any noise but he saw the minister’s mouth moving and he took Taylor in his arms’ and kissed her. Their first kiss as a wedded couple. He wanted to stand there watch himself all day but kept moving. He moved on to the last red door and was sure it was the source of the screaming. He hesitated but opened the door. Inside, the light was dim and had an eerie glow. When he opened the door the screaming got louder. He looked inside and shut the door immediately and closed his eyes. Fred had seen Taylor over a boiling cauldron with a wand pointed at her chest. In the background he had seen Lena and Sam in chains. Now the sounds from the room had got louder. He could hear every word they were saying. The man with the wand had said Where is your husband? And she had answered I’ll never tell you. He promised to protect me and I’ll do the same for him. He couldn’t listen to this anymore. He shook himself awake. He didn’t care what George said. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was going to stay right where he was and protect his wife. If someone came for him he would go willingly. He would not let his wife get murdered. He would die for her if had to. Her and the kids. It turned out Taylor was wrong. He was exactly like he was in school. He wasn’t going to play by the rules. Well, I"m sort of sad, but oh well- story must go on! Just so you know, the Taylor in the story is not supposed to be me, some people had asked that. It's named after my friend Taylor because it was her idea for the whole story so I named my chareter after her! Thanks Taylor!!! I'll post soon! __________________ Have at thee! But who's that ghost who keeps walking by my door? Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word? Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? Last edited by Fire EyesTayzer; 12-26-2006 at 06:51 AM.